It's like a raised hand
And all you can do is flinch
He'll never understand
What it's like to be with a mile and only be an inch.
Your guards up with swords
You won't let him through
Ignore his actions and words
You can never be love like the few.
So go on and try your best
I'm ready to be strong
You'll never pass my test
Whether you're Mr. Right or Mr. Wrong.
•breaking casey•
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PoetryWelcome to the depth of my mind Forgive me if you peak inside. Just my thoughts and poems while I'm fighting writers block and this thing called life. Enjoy.
